Trimmin... I seem to have lost my trimmers. Wife of my youth got just into her third plant and said screw it. Whats up with that?

Patients got their cut and promptly bailed. Sat there, smoking my stash, got their cut done and thanks dude... later. Assholes. No help there. My two old girlfriends got the boot from wife of my youth. We were having too much fun. She doesn't want me playing alone with them. Christ, they both married animals, like I would even think of going there?? I want to wake up tomorrow too.

My trimming staff is now me,myself, and I. Life is a big pile of weed slowly getting smaller. You can't hire good help nowdays.

If my patients read this (and they will) I would like to wish them a Merry Fuck You. You insipid bitches, wait til you see what you get next year! I WILL fix you up!

Thank you.